A) are my ticket to the Hall of Fame.
B) would be better if they tasted like fruit and were shaped like various Flintstones characters.
C) are not for me, because I find that cocaine aids my performance much more effectively.
D) apparently worked for Rodney Harrison.

Don "The Weasel" Fortune.
He was the Kevin Keitzman of the 1970s.
I saw Don in a bar in Canton, Ohio when Len Dawson went into the Pro Football HOF.
Then ten years later I saw him in a bar in Albany, NY, when George Brett went into the Baseball HOF. That's the only two times I've met him in person.

I didn't bother watching sports on TV back then (except Sunday night after the Chiefs game). But I poured over the sports page. I'd spend a half an hour on the box scores of the NFL and MLB games.

What is even funnier is that back then, the only highlights you saw were on Monday Night Football. No highlights Sunday Night. No ESPN. Just 5 minutes of highlights at halftime of MNF. It was like gold. And if they failed to show highlights after a rare Chief win, it ruined the whole night.

I'd take that over listening to boo-ya and all the bullshit on ESPN and Fox Sports and pretty much any of the other sports coverage today. Simple works for me. And I miss Mel Allen on This Week In Baseball. That was good stuff.

As far as the set and clothing styles go, yeah they look cheesey now and we laugh... just like our kids and grandkids will do when they look at the way we do things now in years.

I didn't bother watching sports on TV back then (except Sunday night after the Chiefs game). But I poured over the sports page. I'd spend a half an hour on the box scores of the NFL and MLB games.

What is even funnier is that back then, the only highlights you saw were on Monday Night Football. No highlights Sunday Night. No ESPN. Just 5 minutes of highlights at halftime of MNF. It was like gold. And if they failed to show highlights after a rare Chief win, it ruined the whole night.

This. Absoulutely this.

It's amazing how no one ever missed Howard Cosell's halftime. Hell, even if you weren't into the game, you wouldn't miss the halftime. God, that seems like a million years ago...........